| My first is simply a vegetable, delicious, round and green. My third and fourth are sound asleep, as plainly can be seen. My fifth is fifty, clear enough for any riddle-setter. Two of my second stacked on their sides will give my final letter. Now that my second has my parts, fit them together well. You see me now before your eyes; it’s plain for all to tell. |
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| Down below the shining moon Around the trees, a sacred gloom Running with the midnight sky Knowing the thing that makes you cry Night is full with my essence Eternal light betrays my presence Soaring through my endless task Shadows are my faithful mask |
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| I with borrowed silver shine, What you see is none of mine. First I show you but a quarter, like the bow that guards the Tartar; Then the half, and then the whole, ever dancing around the pole; And true it is, I chiefly owe my beauty to the shades below. |
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| What king can you make if you take the head of a lamb the middle of a pig the hind of a buffalo and the tail of a dragon? |
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| You may find fire within me Though to water I’ve been compared. You may also find a twinkle When through my pane, you stare. When of wind I am the calm You may look into me The riddle in three parts |
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